DIAMONDS
before I knew it
my life had
for better
or for worse
gone
full mythological
Homer had
fallen from the heavens
down on
my ten year old
head
and Aphrodite, my god,
how that goddess killed me
then
thereafter
and every day since
if not in
divine form, then with
the active collusion
of her
clones and copies
and would-be
avatars
each as gorgeous as
they were fake
but you
were the one
she must have chosen
specially
inner outer beauty
got in
hearts, diamonds, spades
(and so
your namesake
did
sing of diamonds)
time has passed on
but the poem
won’t
forget
